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When the Books Close In

Welcome to the Jester's Kingdom. I hope you enjoy your stay. I'd offer you my second born to follow my blog via one of the handy links to the right, but you'd give him back. And I'm rather fond of him.

Right now, in the room we call our office, there are books. A shitload of them. They aren’t all mine. Aren’t even MOST mine. And they don’t confine themselves to the office. They are everywhere. Here are just a few examples.

Mine:

His:

Ours:

and Theirs:

And maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, but there are three full bookcases I didn’t even bother to feature, plus another one that is empty. And then there are the boxes. Boxes and boxes and BOXES

of the exact same thing.

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I’m linking this up with The Lightning Bug’s “Flicker of Inspiration” #27, “Here with Me”.

About jesterqueen:Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.

Oh yes. Oh yes it is. It is, to be precise, the one Nanny sent out in a box of books a few years before she died, along with a kickass copy of The Talisman, which is also buried around here somewhere, and a first edition of Danse Macabre.

Have you ever noticed that there is no elegant way of starting REALLY LARGE quantities of books? All the bookshelves with fun designs are meant for you to put two or three books on, angled artistically. I have been struggling to figure out a way to make my collection look decent for a couple of years now.